Thursday, January 19, 2017

Many Prisons

Groaning is the first language of desert—
of suffering beyond words.
Groaning is what must take me
beyond the self-pity and the despair
of the women’s prison.
I begin to see visions,
maybe even hallucinations, heart-stopping.

There are many prisons;
but there is joy,
deepening and widening
the dimensions
in which I live and breathe.
The hurt and the pain will now seep
into the ground.

I have not forgotten my mother,
no longer is my hair tangled
with my own sweat,
and tears.